His Defiant Mate: The Alpha King's Obsession
I went to the Alpha Heir's office to tell him I was pregnant. I thought three years of devotion meant something.
Instead, I heard him laughing with his mistress.
"She's just a pet," Holden said. "A placeholder until you were ready."
While I lay bleeding in the clinic, mourning my lost child, Holden sent a "prank" cake laced with ghost peppers to the only father figure I had left. The shock gave the old man a heart attack, killing him instantly.
Holden didn't know about the miscarriage. He didn't know he had killed his own heir.
He just dragged me out of the hospital bed and ordered me to be a bridesmaid at his wedding to the mistress.
"Kneel and hold her train," he commanded, using his Alpha Voice to force me down. "That is your place."
He thinks I'm broken. He thinks I'm trapped because I'm a weak Omega.
But he forgot about the bet he made six months ago. He bet me as a prize in a street race against the ruthless Alpha King—and lost.
I dialed the private number I swore I'd never use.
"You won," I whispered into the phone. "Come get me."
Holden is waiting for me at the altar, expecting a submissive servant.
He has no idea that the Alpha King is coming to claim his prize, and his world is about to burn.
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Chapter 5
Kenia POV:
The graveyard was shrouded in mist. It was dawn, the sun a pale, sickly bruise on the horizon.
I hid behind a large oak tree, watching.
They hadn't even given him a ceremony. Just a hole in the ground in the "Unranked" section—the muddy corner reserved for Omegas and criminals. Elder Evans, who had served three generations of Alphas, was being discarded like trash.
Only a few people were there. Sarah. The orphanage cook. A few old wolves.
Holden wasn't there. Estella wasn't there.
I waited until they left. Then I stepped out of the shadows.
I knelt by the fresh mound of dirt. I didn't have flowers. I placed the shredded remains of my white dress on the grave.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, pressing my hand into the cold earth. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."
"Touching."
I froze.
Estella stepped out from behind a mausoleum. She was wearing a black fur coat, looking immaculate and cruel. She held a small gift box.
"You escaped," she noted, looking bored. "Holden is furious. He's tearing the estate apart."
"Let me leave, Estella. You have him. You won."
"Oh, I know I won." She tossed the box at me. It landed in the mud. "A little parting gift. From Holden. He signed the card."
I opened the box.
Inside lay a dead rat. Its neck was snapped.
"He said it reminds him of you," Estella laughed. "Small. Dirty. Vermin."
Something inside me snapped. Not a bone, but a chain.
A low growl vibrated in my chest. It wasn't the submissive whimper of an Omega. It was deep, resonant, and dangerous.
Estella took a step back, her smile faltering. "What... what was that?"
I looked up. My vision shifted. The world became sharper, the colors more vivid. I felt a surge of power in my veins that I had never felt before.
"Tell Holden," I said, my voice sounding like two voices layered over each other—human and wolf, "that he should have checked the trap before he taunted the prey."
Estella hissed. "You're a freak! No wonder your parents abandoned you!"
"Estella!"
Holden's voice boomed across the cemetery. He was storming toward us, flanked by his grandmother, Annabella.
Annabella was a withered, hateful woman who clung to the old ways. She looked at me with pure disgust.
"So this is the mongrel causing all the trouble," Annabella spat. "Look at her. Filthy. Why haven't you banished her yet, grandson?"
"She has her uses," Holden said, eyeing me. He looked tired, manic. "Kenia, come back to the house. Now."
"No."
"You want to be stubborn?" Holden sneered. "Fine. You want to be part of the wedding? You can be."
He turned to Estella. "Make her the bridesmaid."
Estella's eyes lit up. "Oh, perfect! In our tradition, the Omega bridesmaid kneels at the altar to hold the Luna's train off the floor. She can be my footstool."
"Did you hear that, Kenia?" Holden asked, stepping closer. "You can attend the wedding. On your knees. Where you belong."
I looked at the fresh grave of Elder Evans. I looked at the dead rat. I looked at the man I had once thought I loved.
If I ran now, they would hunt me down before I reached the border. I needed a distraction. I needed the chaos of the wedding.
I needed to buy time for Gael.
I lowered my eyes, hiding the silver flash that was pulsing in my irises.
"Okay," I whispered.
Holden exhaled, looking triumphant. "See, Grandmother? She knows her place."
"Good," Annabella sniffed. "Clean her up. She smells like death."
Holden grabbed my arm. "Tomorrow, Kenia. You watch me marry a real woman. And then, maybe, if you're good... I'll keep you as a mistress. Paris, remember? I can still send you there."
He really believed that. He believed he could break me, humiliate me, and then buy me.
I let him drag me back to the car.
Tomorrow, my wolf whispered in my mind, speaking for the first time since the fall. Her voice was strong, ancient, and terrifying.
Tomorrow, we burn their world down.
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9.4
"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with."
As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it.
"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank.
"Abby?"
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Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home.
Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby.
Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire.
Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?
7.8
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options.
That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear.
I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison.
"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
8.3
On the eve of my wedding to Grant Sutton, the heir to a vast real estate empire, I discovered the devastating truth. I wasn't his great love; I was just a convenient replacement for his wild, untamable ex, Ivory.
He didn't love me. He loved that I was a polished, "suitable" version of the woman he truly wanted.
When I walked away, he didn't just let me go. He destroyed me. After I published an exposé on his company's shady dealings, he had me fired and systematically ruined my reputation, painting me as a vengeful liar in the press.
My own family turned on me, furious.
"Think about us, Avery! You owe us this!" my sister shrieked, caring only about the fortune I'd lost them.
I was left with nothing-no career, no family, no future. All because I was a placeholder in a love story that was never mine.
Three years later, I came back. Not as the broken fiancée, but as A. Trevino, the anonymous journalist whose latest investigation targeted an elite institution.
An institution with deep ties to the Sutton family. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who was destroyed.
7.6
I thought one picture was harmless,something that could pass without consequences.
I never imagined it would ruin his image,threaten his company or put my family in danger.
I made a mistake and somehow,he bacame the only person that could protect us.
The contract we signed was supposed to be simple,temporary and emotionless but nothing stayed that way.
But living together changed things and getting used to his presence became a routine.
The lines we promised not to cross slowly began to blur.
8.8
BLURB
He was the broken boy that everyone made fun of.
She was the courageous girl who came to his rescue.
Cassian Vale would never forget the brave young girl who told him that light could still be reflected from broken glass and stood between him and cruelty.
She became the dream that carried him through a lifetime of pain, the miracle he promised himself he would one day find again.
But fate is cruel with its reunions.
Years later, Liora Ashford returns to his world not as the radiant beauty he remembers, but as a woman marked by scars and silence, her once celebrated face altered by a tragic accident.
When she takes a job at Vale Dominion Holdings, she discovers the boy she once saved has become a cold, powerful CEO and he doesn't recognise her.
Terrified of what he might see, Liora hides in the shadows. But when he mistakes her beautiful best friend for his childhood savior, the cruelest betrayal unfolds.
The woman who stole her identity now stands by his side, bathing in the love that should have been hers.
As lies deepen, enemies rise, and the world turns vicious, Liora must decide if she is brave enough to reveal the truth, while Cassian must confront whether he fell in love with a memory... or the woman fate tried to erase.
In a world that values perfection, will love recognize the scarred truth or remain blinded by beautiful illusion?
Genre: Billionaire contemporary romance,Drama Fiction.
Key Tropes:Mistaken identity ,Ceo obsession, rejection , betrayal /twisted love, cold billionaire, love beyond appearance, stolen Identity, envy-driven Deceit, hostile corporate rivalry
8.6
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I walked in with a positive pregnancy test and a heart full of hope. I walked out with my world in ashes.Through the cracked bedroom door, I didn't just see my husband, Mark the man I'd built a billion-dollar empire for. I saw my best friend, Sarah, tangled in the sheets I'd picked out.
"She's just a placeholder, Mark," she whispered.
"I know," he laughed, kissing the woman who had shared my secrets for a decade. "Once the merger is signed, she'll be penniless and on the streets. I never loved that plain, boring girl anyway."They thought I was a weak girl with no family. They thought they had stripped me of everything. But they forgot one thing: I was the genius behind the mask. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I quietly walked away and let them believe they won. But while they plan their "dream wedding" with my stolen money, I'm reclaiming my true identity as the long-lost daughter of the world's most powerful shipping tycoon.
Now, I'm coming back not as his wife, but as his new CEO. And this time, I'm not just taking my money back. I'm taking their dignity, their future, and everything they ever held dear.
Mark, Sarah... the game has just begun.